Control 8: Over The 'Net

Control 8: Over the Net

“Hello, this is Doctor Wilkes,” Michael answered the phone call that had been transferred into his clinic office.

Well, hello there, Doctor,” a familiar voice said seductively. “This is your lonely wife calling. She wants to know if you are going to be finished for the day any time soon.”

Michael sighed, rubbing his forehead with his free hand. “Not yet. I just finished up with a rhinoplasty, and still have one more breast augmentation to do this afternoon. You know it’s only three o’clock, right? I’m usually not leaving the clinic until at least five.”

“I know,” Suzie sounded a little disappointed, “but I am a little bored at home today. Not much in the way of creative ideas coming to me for the fashion line, so I have been thinking about you.”

“Thinking about me?” he perked at her words. “Just what have you been thinking?”

“Well…” she hesitated. “You remember last month when you were in Chicago for your convention, and you started daydreaming inflating me. Suddenly, thousands of miles away, I started blowing up at that same time.”

“Yes, I remember,” Michael admitted, not sure where this train of thought was going. “I remember you telling me that you were outside when it started, and you had to scramble to get inside before you floated off.”

A pause. “If you have a minute or two, I would like to ‘expand’ on what happened that day,” Suzie said, with a hint of humor in her voice.

“What did you have in mind?” he queried, piqued.

She giggled.  “Turn on your office computer. Make sure your webcam is on, and when your Skype app rings, answer it.”

“Okay,” Michael answered, puzzled. Following her instructions, he opened the laptop computer on his office desk and waited for the signal. A chime sounded, and he moved the cursor over the Skype icon on the screen and double-clicked. The background faded to a new scene; it was a view of his bedroom, the king-sized bed with the bedspread pulled down to reveal purple (her favorite color) satin sheets. Resting on the bed was a scattering of red and white rose petals, and in the middle of it all was his wife, Suzie.

And she was naked.

“Wow!” he said, blinking rapidly. “That’s quite the view. Too bad I’m not home right now.”

“Then you would spoil the experiment,” Suzie purred, placing her hands over her exposed breasts, tugging gently on her raised nipples.

“What did you have in mind?” Michael repeated.

“This is to be a test of your control over your power,” she explained. “You inflated me from half the country away last month, but you didn’t realize you were doing it. Today I want you to try to do it while you are at work and I am at home. Try to blow up my tits while you watch me on your computer. I want to see if your control can be honed to be this precise.”

“I see,” Michael smiled. “Sounds like you have been thinking about this for a while.”

“Oh, I have been planning this for several days, waiting for the right time to do it,” she cooed, twisting her nipples pleasurably. “I want you to inflate me until I am just buoyant enough to float above the bed under my tit-balloons. Don’t let me float too high, or you won’t be able to see anything on the camera.”

“See anything? Meaning what?”

One of her hands left her ample breast and drifted down to her exposed pussy, beginning to rub her clit in a clockwise motion. “If this works, while you watch, I am going to stroke myself until I cum,” Suzie said in almost a whisper. “And that is just the prelude to what I am going to do to you when you get home tonight.”

Michael felt himself stiffen at the suggestion. “When do you want to try this?”

“I am sooooo ready now,” she said breathlessly, staring into the bedroom’s webcam. “Blow me up, big guy, and later I will show the other ‘big guy’ a really ‘swell’ time.”

“Then it’s a date,” he laughed. “I feel like a human air compressor, sometime with you.”

“Not air,” Suzie corrected him. “You are a human helium tank, and I am your happy, sexy balloon. So give me the helium and send me up!”

“Your wish is my command.” Michael closed his eyes, imagining himself being in the room with her, standing next to the bed. The feel, the scents, the familiarity of it all. She had both of her hands cupping her breasts, anticipating what his gift, his power could do to her. And he opened the door to his power and let it gently flow across the distance and into her.

Reopening his eyes, he watched as she laid on her back, palms caressing her mammary flesh. Through the microphone on her laptop computer, Michael heard Suzie gasp in surprise as the first hint of expansion began. Her breasts rose upward like two balloons being filled from the same valve, eager to accept their fate and purpose as they jostled against each other. Suzie kept her fingertips on her nipples, playing with them until she could no longer reach them, allowing her hands to drop to her sides as boobs continued to inflate bigger and rounder. She had told him that the feeling of stretching and expanding was very arousing to her, and she moaned sensuously as her breasts began to tower over her.

Slowing the flow of his power, he watched as her boob balloons began to pull her upward. First her shoulders, then her lower back lost contact with the satin sheets as she went airborne, the helium in her skin blimps dragging her towards the ceiling. “Remember, don’t let me float too high,” she admonished, but he was already stifling his gift as her feet left the surface of the bed. From the camera angle, he could only see half of her femme balloons (the top half out of frame), and her face was hidden behind her dirigibles, but her knew from experience that she would be, at this point, lost in the feeling of weightlessness and arousal, keening toward the need for release. “How’s that?”

“I feel free as a balloon in the summer sky,” Suzie replied dreamily. As he watched, she slowly rotated in the air, floating lazily. She ran her hands up and down the sides of her overinflated boobs, marveling at the tautness and shape. “Michael, you did it! But I can’t help it. If I can’t have you here, then I must do it myself. I need to do it. And you just sit there and watch!”

A hand slowly drifted down to the sweet spot between her legs. Suzie felt around, finally taking her engorged clit between two fingers and began to vigorously stroke up and down. Michael watched as her back clenched and her legs raised as her sexual tension built. Her rubbing made her floating spin slightly faster. Michael was getting hard himself.

Michael had an idea. Her breathing came faster as she used her whole palm to stroke herself. Redirecting his gift, he sent a small puff of power to a place he had never tried before, just to see what would happen. Suzie’s clit inflated like a small balloon, swelling to the size of a golf ball. Suzie screamed; ten times the surface area meant ten times the sensitivity. “What did you…”

“Don’t stop,” he commanded. Her breathing was coming out in loud gasps, crescendoing in pitch and intensity. “Oh shit, oh shit,” Suzie mumbled as her stroking speed increased. “Oh shit,” she exclaimed louder, “I gonna…”

Suzie screamed as she came; arms flailing and legs bucking in the air. Michael sent the mental command, and she slowly started to deflate and descend back down to the bed. As she came out of the event, she settled back on top of the satin sheets, sweat beading her forehead as her breathing calmed. By the time her pulse was almost back to normal, her breasts had shrunk back to their normal size. But Michael left the small clit balloon inflated, just for fun.

“That worked out better than I expected,” she said, wiping the sweat from her forehead with one hand. With the other, she touched lightly on the overinflated bulb between her legs. “Wow, that is sensitive. What made you think to blow up my clit? I just about came right then.”

“I thought I could do it, and I just did it,” Michael said. He glanced at the clock and saw the time. “Oops, got to go. I have my last patient waiting in the OR.”

“Okay, I will see you when you get home,” Suzie said breathlessly, still slightly touching her inflated nub. “I have a great reward waiting for you when you get here.”

Michael shut his laptop. Rising, he pulled his lab coat tightly around him so that none of his office staff could see his own arousal. Stepping out of his office, he skirted quickly passed his receptionist and headed back to the operating suites. Betty, his nurse, was already washing her hands before taking the patient back to the OR, and nudged him with an elbow.  “Is you wife here?”

“Why do you ask?” Michael queried, a trickle of sweat running down his neck.

“Because I could swear I heard you two in your office, and it sounded like you two were having…”

“That’s quite enough, Betty,” he interrupted her gruffly. “We were Skyping.”

Betty smiled from under her surgical mask. “Oh, so that’s how it’s done these days,” she said, accusatory. “Damned electronics!”